"Poker & The Wives"
Dream Master
A gorgeous young partner lives her fantasy...
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Dawn is your mainstream early 30’s partner. Ohhh, it was great when she was first married and as a combine years passed she found herself missing wanting…wanting for more. Sex with her husband had become custom. Sort of the “slam-bam-thank you ma’am lettering. He wasn’t having much luck in the employment market and seemed to have at sea interest in everything…including Daylight.
Mainly Daylight fantasized about being abducted and raped. It was her rule visions as she masturbated. The men pied from young to older, from handsome to obnoxious, the entire maneuver. Harmless that is until one calendar day when her fantasy humankind slammed head-on into certainty. It helped to break up the daylight hours and because her wife worked afternoons and nights at the confined meat processing conceal she was insured of an total afternoon and dusk alone. Today however, her vivacity was about to change…. She had a place in her hand that was nearly dead and unfaltering to take it mother country and nurse it back to sparkle. In the parking ramp she opened her body placing the place securely in position, wedging it against her emergency to insure it didn’t tumble over. Before she could focus a man, located a cloth over her opening. It had a strange smelling odor and as Crack Of Dawn took a profound breath to scream for aid the substance entered her lungs and her earth went black.
As consciousness leisurely returned Dawn found herself united to a bed…spread eagle, leap at your wrists and ankles. The men, one she estimates is in his ahead of schedule twenties is black, blacker than the Ace of Spades she thinks and the other? The young black kid is naked, the old guy is completely clothed….jeans and a t-shirt. The black toddler has a hard-on…his amount takes literally takes her breath missing. She tries not to look at his enormous swollen member, jet black permanent out proudly in front of him but can’t prevent herself…its, its size….. Fear grips her mass and she begins to shake.” Dawn asks herself. “What am I to do?
These questions burn in her way of thinking as she falsehood on the bed totally exposed to her two captures. The big guy has a whiskey bud vase, bends over, takes the back of her controller in his employee and places the urn at her lips. She hates the taste of whisky and gags as she swallows a opening full. It burns as it goes down and bursts into excitement when it hits her stomach. The high temperature spreads through her mass like wildfire stimulating every nerve.
“That’ll aid her relax,” the older guy says.
The fresh guy merely nods his esteem as he chairs a hand on her tit with brute force massaging and twisting the nipple. She closes her eyes difficult to deny the happiness she is in receipt of from his contact.
“You suck good little lady!” The long-standing guy says as he workings his thumb in and out of her backtalk. “Perhaps you’d reminiscent of something a modest larger to suck on? No? Dawn is commencement to feel the sound effects of the whiskey and even though she doesn’t famine to…she is beginning to enjoy her corner. As his huge head enters her mouth Dawn can live through the salty pre-cum which has oozed out and her eyes curl with the ancient guy as her tongue licks the cum from the very big shaft. For some wits she can’t give details, this turns her on. She now needs to drive the ancient guy crazy and work out to use the adolescent black stud to do it! Continuing to call his gaze she takes the adolescent cock deep in her mouth and sucks, lifting and lowering her head as she takes about 5 of his 9 inches deep in her means of access.
“Tim! Put them on her nipples. I believe the slut wants a little drag.” The one-time guy exclaims staring full of meaning in your eyes.”
“Henry, you get’em, I’m about ready to drop a fucking oppress!”
“Don’t you dare shot your load, we got us some work to do on this slut my ally.” Henry says, his eyes never leave-taking hers.
Henry sees the insolence and takes it as a challenge. It’s a sport of wills. It’s the will to be in hegemony. Oh, not real control, both Henry and Daylight know that. It’s mental hegemony and Dawn is determined not to allocate these two men to mentally restrain her. Henry has however made up his mind…he will break her. She will become his fuck toy of that he is guaranteed.
Reluctantly Tim spaces a hand on her forehead and pulls his raise from her means of access. Her anger builds, there is no way she will make available this old bastard to win…no way!
“We’re gonna take five this bitch Tim. We’re gonna turn her into our modest fuck toy one we will have whenever we wish for. She’ll be petitioning for us to fuck her every day…” Henry challenged as he stared into Dawn’s eyes.
“FUCK YOU!
“You will break little lady. When we’re refined with you, you’ll beg…yes beg to holiday with us and you’ll beg to be fucked.” Said Henry, as a loud roar of laughter overflowing the room.
“NEVER!” Came Dawn’s reply as she spit at, and missed Henry’s tackle.
Just then the first clothes pin snapped over her nipple. The bind made her cry out and then the flash found its characteristic. Dawn’s eyes bulged as she looked down, as a string connecting the two objects. Henry moved from his chair, placed his fingers on the bunged end of the clothes pins and leisurely began to use pressure. Tears crammed her eyes as the drag became unbearable. Grab that series and pull.”
Tim did very soon what he was told, his eyes reflected the enjoyment he was getting from her bind. As he pulled, Henry applied more pressure. Dawn tried not to scream, conscious of the pleasure it would give her two assailants but the pain…the pain, it was so unbearable she couldn’t benefit yourself.
“No! Please!” she cried.
It didn’t’ alternative route the pair as they held the pressure faithful. Then a pun thing happened. Her mass adjusted to the pain. These two had hit on her secret… She was now in a zone, hovering with a mixture of pain and pleasure.
“Enough” believed Henry
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